She went to the river, She never thought twice She went to the river, The river of ice Slowly she removed the blouse of silk From her back Carefully undid her skirt And let it fall unwrapped She cut with her fingers, The cold river sighed She wanted the water The water inside She walked to the center, Unbraided her hair Stepped out of her panties And left her breast bare Stretched out on the ice She dug into it slowly, Methodically punching The half frozen floor The blood from her fingers Helped warm them, but only Until it froze over a moment, No more No more He watched from the tower, He saw her below Her physical power would melt Like the snow But not so the power Of crystal decision The lock of the mind In undaunting precision On the window, A flower he'd bought to her Bought, but forgotten to water The night rolled in slowly, But did not bring sleep Her opening was only a few Inches deep But as she pressed her head Down to the unyielding shell She could hear the water Almost well Morning crept in cautiously, Fearing what it'd find A ring of clothes around on Opening of the mind And the water humming For beneath She is mine And the water humming For beneath She is mine She is mine